Funny old world

Was told last week that I was ineligible for job seekers allowance 'cos I haven't paid NIC in the last two years, although I did pay it for 28 years previously. A family of asylum seekers decided recently that they wanted to move to a £2 million house in London and were funded to do so. A bloke at the weekend won 3/4 of a million for hitting a golf ball round part of Scotland.

Funny old world innit.

A towelling down

Whenever I watch Wimbledon it always gets on my tits when players signal to a ballboy/girl for them to bring the player their towel, which they then use to wipe the sweat from their face and chuck it back without a please or a thenk you. The ballboy/girl should pluck up the courage to say "If you can't be polite, then get your own fucking towel you sweaty bastard". Apart from the lack of manners, there surely must be some health and safety thing going on here, I mean sweat is a bodily fluid isn't it? Even worse, watching the junior boys doubles final and they were at it as well. The players could only have been a few years older than the ballpeople yet they treated them like bloody servants. Get your act together Wimbledon! We know it's all upper class, Hooray Henries and strawberries and cream but showing some manners costs nothing.

More bollocks

According to Sky, Darren Bent isn't in the final 23 for South Africa but Emile Heskey is. It's a travesty! Darren can score goals, win the ball in the air and play an easy pass. Heskey can't score goals, win the ball in the air or pass the ball in the general direction of a team-mate. What he can do is spend most of the game on his arse, be knocked about by lightweight defenders and limp around a bit after being tackled before being subbed. Sorry Fabio, but sending Darren home is definitely bollocks.

Not bollocks after all

My missus, Jeanette, has put me right - it does bring this blog up - I was putting the address in the wrong place - what a tosser!

Bollocks!

This blog must exist, because I'm in it, and I've added it to my favourites, but it doesn't come up on google search - even if I copy and paste the blog name!

What the ****

Done it!!

Some years ago modern technology dropped a shoulder, sold me a dummy and then ghosted past me as though I wasn't there. So it is a modern miracle that I have now set up a blog (although it turned out to be easy enough to do). I am going to lie down in a dark room for a while and then see if I can customise it.